Francis Duggan Poems

In an honorable and decent person never anything cheap
In life it is true what we sow is what we do reap
A time old truism that applies to us all
Any good deed you perform is never too small
...

A rhymer from old Claraghatlea one of a dying breed
Though of my kind the Human World is surely not in need
Not considered to be poets now people of rhyme
It does seem that everything does have it's time
...

You may be one who is racked by inner strife
One who has lived on the tough streets of life
But with lack of success you have learned to cope
So marvelous indeed is the great gift of hope
...

Perhaps some of them married and have raised their children and are the aging grandmothers of today
And some of them south of Duhallow aging in cities far away
Old memories do live on as a source of joy
Of Duhallow's young beauties when i was a boy
...

The local pub on a Saturday evening is a place of noise
Where alcohol reduces some grown men to the status of unruly schoolboys
And few Saturdays go by without a pub brawl
Some young men not suited to consumption of alcohol at all
...

So little of their ways i can claim to know
The little raven known to some as the pale eyed crow
When they caw the long black feathers under their throats stand out
And that they are Nature's survivors does go without doubt
...

One of the finest Gaelic Footballers in Cork and Duhallow and the pride of Millstreet Town
In his young years Jimmy Cooper knew of sporting renown
By old timers around the turf fire on Winter nights stories of him were told
When with distinction he wore Millstreet's famed green and gold
...

It is said some men grow wiser whilst growing old and gray
But with many aging men i know of it is not this way
For it does seem true indeed you never gain insight
If the windows of your mind are shaded to light
...

There comes a time when you realize all in life is not fair
But how could you even wish on your worst enemy the black mood of despair
When a way out of your troubles you cannot seem to find
And the dark thoughts of suicide have entered your mind
...

If there is a god that god is for all
And not for those of royal blood or the belle of the ball
And not for the president, the pope or the squire
Or the millionaire entertainers the gullible masses admire
...